Greer’s POV He leaned in and kissed me. It was hard, possessive, almost punishing. His tongue claimed my mouth as his hands roamed down my body, as if he needed to remind himself that I was here, naked, and his. He pulled back, breathing heavily, then lifted me again and carried me straight into the large walk-in shower. The hot water cascaded over both of us, soaking his clothes. He didn’t seem to care. He pressed me against the cool tiled wall, his fully dressed body pinning my bare one beneath the spray.“I can still smell him on you,” he growled against my neck. His hands moved roughly, lathering soap over my skin, my shoulders, my breasts, my stomach, my thighs. He washed me with intense focus, scrubbing every inch where Desmond had touched me. His fingers slid between my legs, cleaning me there too, possessive and thorough.I gasped, gripping his wet shirt as the combination of hot water and his touch sent conflicting waves of fear and unwanted arousal through me.“Calder… your
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